Athan frowned in confusion.
He had raised this little mutt for years and had never once seen it take a liking to any woman.
Has the dog suddenly changed personalities? Or had it finally matured with age?
His gaze darkened as he strode toward the villa, unfastening the sapphire cufflinks on his sleeves. Every step he took carried an air of effortless elegance—highborn, untouchable.
The moment he stepped into the back garden, he stopped in his tracks. From a distance, he caught sight of a familiar, slender figure.
So that’s why Pudding had been acting so strangely.
It was Rachel.
She was wearing a fitted gray business dress that hugged her curves. The hem stopped just above her knees, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.
With her back turned to him, he couldn’t see her expression, bu
